I steal his words like a well worn shirt (Or lack thereof) delighted &
Draping them over my shoulders we’re
Bracing for the cold
Bundled up
Cup of coffee to soothe the bittersweet ache
Of this stubbed toe
I’ll bring back the shirt eventually
Circling back to listen
He told me a story
About dragons and
Some war hero
Possibly Patton
Yes, it was Patton, as he patted me on the head
Twice, smoothing over the frizzy locks
He said
We’re on a lifelong journey
So far
So good
As they say in the old country
We’re circling the globe something akin to
Circumventing circumstances
By land
Air
& sea
Won’t you meet me in St. Louis
Or perhaps in Peloponnesus
I replied, it’s all Greek to me
We’re leaving on a jet plane, bags packed and the sky’s the limit
However far we travel, we’re never too far from home; why don’t you meet me in lieu of a luau, we could strike up a conversation
With some flamingos in hula skirts
While sipping sweetly under pink umbrellas
In the cave of wonders
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